Author Notes: First of all BIG apology for the long wait. My comp caught a
virus that deleted EVERYTHING from Microsoft works and I couldn't even type
anything. For more detail, see the author note after this part of the
story. This isn't the whole chapter cause I'm still trying to find the rest
of it, but this is a sample of what's to come. The full chapter will be
posted TOMORROW for sure, so check back for it!
Harry fell back in surprise, unsure of what Tom was doing. The class watched with baited breath, eager to see what the young Dark Lord's greatest fear was. The Boggart started to changing, growing wider and shorter, dropping out of sight of most of the students, thanks to Professor Lupin blocking their view. Neville Longbottom gave a startled squeak and pointed at the form before Lupin jumped in front of it, causing it to change into a glowing orb of some sort, before he vanquished it. The class immediately erupted in chatter.
"Did you see it?"
"No, did you?"
"What was it?"
"It made Neville squeak!"
"Everything makes Neville squeak!"
Professor Lupin cleared his throat, successfully earning the class' attention.
"All of you wait outside for a moment. I just need to have a word with Mr. Riddle for a moment, please." Tom and Harry exchanged a nervous glance before Tom made his way over to the new professor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the class outside to wait in the hallway.
Once the door was shut, everyone whirled to face Neville who looked like a deer that found itself amidst a wolf pack. Demands to know about what the boggart was rained down, causing him to stutter and stammer.
"Neville, come on! WHAT was it!" Dean finally demanded above the other voices.
"It was Old Scratch!" Neville finally blurted out. "That's what it was. Old Scratch!"
The class' eyes widened before they murmured in understanding, nodding their heads. Harry glanced at Ron curiously, not understanding.
"Old Scratch is sort of like the devil," Ron explained, in low tones. "Legend has it that if a creature of the Earth ever somehow possesses more evil than Old Scratch himself, he'll come riding up on a black horse, throw what or whoever it is onto the horse, and take him away to never be seen again. I never was scared of him, of course, cause I'm not that evil. Tom, though. . . I can see why he'd be scared."
"He's supposed to be really ugly too, the most hideous being to ever exist," Hermione added. "No wonder Neville was scared."
Harry felt a stab of pity for Tom, but pushed it aside when he noticed Neville motioning for him. Once he reached Neville, Neville looked around to make sure no one else was listening before he spoke in a hushed tone.
"Harry, I lied. . .Tom isn't really scared of Old Scratch," Neville started nervously.
"Then why did you say that to everyone," Harry asked, confused.
"Because, it's sort of personal I think," Neville started. "And it involves you. See Harry, Tom's boggart turned into a dead, bloody body of you."
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Author's Notes: This isn't the end of the update, I still have more to upload. This is just the beginning of this chapter. I can not apologize enough for taking so long. My comp caught a virus called Trojan horse that infected my computer with 36 other viruses. I haven't been able to type anything since September. I've also been very ill lately, so I haven't been motivated to type. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers; you definitely guilted me into trying to get my computer running again. As to the charge from under the updating act, I am quite guilty. Thank you also to Linda Kristen Smith for persistently reviewing and giving me guilt gut. The next chapter will be dedicated to you ^_^ Check back REALLY soon for an update, cause this measly thing is NOT a real update.
Harry fell back in surprise, unsure of what Tom was doing. The class watched with baited breath, eager to see what the young Dark Lord's greatest fear was. The Boggart started to changing, growing wider and shorter, dropping out of sight of most of the students, thanks to Professor Lupin blocking their view. Neville Longbottom gave a startled squeak and pointed at the form before Lupin jumped in front of it, causing it to change into a glowing orb of some sort, before he vanquished it. The class immediately erupted in chatter.
"Did you see it?"
"No, did you?"
"What was it?"
"It made Neville squeak!"
"Everything makes Neville squeak!"
Professor Lupin cleared his throat, successfully earning the class' attention.
"All of you wait outside for a moment. I just need to have a word with Mr. Riddle for a moment, please." Tom and Harry exchanged a nervous glance before Tom made his way over to the new professor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the class outside to wait in the hallway.
Once the door was shut, everyone whirled to face Neville who looked like a deer that found itself amidst a wolf pack. Demands to know about what the boggart was rained down, causing him to stutter and stammer.
"Neville, come on! WHAT was it!" Dean finally demanded above the other voices.
"It was Old Scratch!" Neville finally blurted out. "That's what it was. Old Scratch!"
The class' eyes widened before they murmured in understanding, nodding their heads. Harry glanced at Ron curiously, not understanding.
"Old Scratch is sort of like the devil," Ron explained, in low tones. "Legend has it that if a creature of the Earth ever somehow possesses more evil than Old Scratch himself, he'll come riding up on a black horse, throw what or whoever it is onto the horse, and take him away to never be seen again. I never was scared of him, of course, cause I'm not that evil. Tom, though. . . I can see why he'd be scared."
"He's supposed to be really ugly too, the most hideous being to ever exist," Hermione added. "No wonder Neville was scared."
Harry felt a stab of pity for Tom, but pushed it aside when he noticed Neville motioning for him. Once he reached Neville, Neville looked around to make sure no one else was listening before he spoke in a hushed tone.
"Harry, I lied. . .Tom isn't really scared of Old Scratch," Neville started nervously.
"Then why did you say that to everyone," Harry asked, confused.
"Because, it's sort of personal I think," Neville started. "And it involves you. See Harry, Tom's boggart turned into a dead, bloody body of you."
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Author's Notes: This isn't the end of the update, I still have more to upload. This is just the beginning of this chapter. I can not apologize enough for taking so long. My comp caught a virus called Trojan horse that infected my computer with 36 other viruses. I haven't been able to type anything since September. I've also been very ill lately, so I haven't been motivated to type. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers; you definitely guilted me into trying to get my computer running again. As to the charge from under the updating act, I am quite guilty. Thank you also to Linda Kristen Smith for persistently reviewing and giving me guilt gut. The next chapter will be dedicated to you ^_^ Check back REALLY soon for an update, cause this measly thing is NOT a real update.